The Snows had fallen off after the war. But no one needed to know.

So, Coriolanus came to Heavensbee Hall for the names of the mentors and the tributes assigned to them, wearing a cream colored shirt his cousin had sown and leather shoes that were a bit too small for him. Still, he looked good.

His only currency was charm.

Throwing around compliments to students and teachers, he was fairly loved by everyone.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite girl." He said with a certain charm that he had perfected. He swirled posca in his mouth, intending to wash away any scent of cabbage soup breath.